Chapter 243 Mr. Zackary made Penelope pay in blood for her blood debt!

"Lola!"

Zackary didn't care about the difference between men and women anymore, he kicked open the tightly closed bathroom door and rushed in.

A glaring crimson filled my sight.

Lola lay motionless, a steady stream of bright red liquid seeping from her left wrist.

An eyebrow trimmer had fallen on the ground nearby, stained with bright red blood, which was shocking to the eye.

"Lola!"

Zackary stepped forward, swiftly wrapping Lola in a towel. Holding her, he rushed outside.

Even if Lola didn't like going to the hospital, when she attempted suicide by slashing her wrists and was hanging by a thread between life and death, Zackary had to take her to the hospital.

Lola was a celebrity, so he certainly couldn't take her to a regular hospital, letting everyone know about her wrist-slitting suicide attempt after being bullied. He took her directly to the private hospital newly opened by Edward.

Lola was utterly determined this time. After all, whether she could turn the tables against the odds depended on this very moment. She was severely injured. By the time she was taken to the hospital, her breathing had become frighteningly weak.

The doctor said, if they had arrived a few minutes later, even a god might not have been able to save them.

With red-rimmed eyes, Zackary stood outside the emergency room, staring at the constantly lit red light, his eyes growing redder and redder.

Lola would slit her wrists, all thanks to Penelope!

This time, Lola attempted suicide, he discovered it in time, and took her to the hospital, but what about next time?

Penelope allowed Ralph to force himself on her, leaving her with a lifetime of emotional trauma. How was Lola supposed to live after that?!

The more Zackary thought about it, the more he felt guilty towards Lola, and the more he hated Penelope.

As dawn approached, Lola was wheeled out of the emergency room, out of danger. Yet, Zackary's hatred for Penelope remained unabated.

Such intense hatred, if not released fiercely, he wouldn't have survived!

Ruby rushed over anxiously, leaving Lola in her care, while Zackary planned to settle the score with Penelope!

He couldn't let Penelope pay the price, he felt guilty for the pain Lola had suffered, the blood she had shed!

When Penelope woke up, it was already past nine.

Even though her body had been carefully conditioned by Xavier, she was still significantly weaker than the average person. Last night, Zackary had been rough with her, leaving her body aching as if she had been beaten up. If it hadn't been for Bexley needing her for something today, she wouldn't have wanted to get out of bed at all.

Penelope reached out to her side, but Zackary was already gone.

She knew, he must have gone to the company.

He was always accustomed to getting up early, by this time, he probably had already held several meetings.

Although he had already left, Penelope seemed to still feel his warmth. Thinking of the romance and warmth of last night, the corners of her lips couldn't help but lift.

Hatred made one's face contorted, while love could immerse one in a honey jar, feeling extremely sweet.

Feeling something pressing against her left hand, Penelope suddenly remembered that a ring had been slipped onto her ring finger.

The ointment that Zackary applied for her was really, really effective. Her two hands were severely injured, and the wounds were particularly ugly. But after applying that medicine, in just a few days, those hideous wounds had actually scabbed over. You could even see the light pink new flesh growing underneath. It was estimated that after some time, when she fully recovered, there wouldn't even be any scars left.

Her hands were truly exceptionally beautiful, delicate and fair, and particularly petite. They were soft and especially endearing.

However, because she was missing her little finger, no matter how delicate her left hand was, its aesthetic was somewhat ruined.

Penelope glanced disdainfully at her left hand. The ring was beautiful, but the broken tip of her pinky finger was truly ugly.

On the ring, there was no overly exaggerated large diamond, but it was extremely delicate. At a glance, one could see how complex and thoughtful the craftsmanship was.

Penelope liked roses.

The ring was surrounded by a circle of tiny diamonds, all in the shape of rose petals. Despite their small size, they were shaped like petals, which made them look exceptionally delicate.

The small diamonds around the ring were all fairly ordinary white diamonds, but the protruding diamond in the middle was a rose carved from a pink diamond.

This rose, as big as a thumbnail, was surrounded by rose petals and leaves. It seemed as if a flawless rose had slowly risen among the dancing petals.

Hey, it looked really good!

Penelope was blissfully admiring her diamond ring. In fact, what women love is not the expensive diamond ring, but the thoughtfulness a man is willing to spend on her.

She had once seen the sketch of this diamond ring.

Four years ago, when she and Zackary were deeply in love, she once visited his rented apartment. He was outside making a call at the time, and she inadvertently saw this sketch on his desk.

Unexpectedly, from that time, he had already started preparing the engagement ring to propose to her.

The more Penelope thought, the sweeter she felt inside. So sweet, in fact, that the hurt he had once caused her, his infidelity, and the fact that he had gotten Lola pregnant, all became blurred in her mind.

I wished, to hold him tight, and tell him, Zack, I love you.

Although he had already coaxed her with this sentence many times last night while he was bothering her.

She also thought, acting coquettishly and stubbornly, to make him say once more, "Penelope, I love you."

Some sweet words, no matter how many times you hear them, are never enough. She loved hearing Zack say this.

Penelope got out of bed, dressed herself, freshened up a bit, and wanted to make something to fill her stomach.

After entering the kitchen, she suddenly had a whimsical idea and wanted to make him another love-filled lunch.

Last night, he said how bitter he felt when she cooked and Everett dined in her small apartment. She couldn't bear to see him so upset, so she wanted to cook him a good meal.

Said and done.

The time that Bexley had arranged with her was in the afternoon, she had enough time to showcase her culinary skills.

She simply made a sandwich for herself for breakfast, then began washing and selecting vegetables, preparing to make soup for him.

The old Penelope never lifted a finger, always delicately waiting for him to cook for her. Today, seeing her make such delicious dishes, he would definitely be greatly surprised.

She wanted to see his surprised expression.

She still wanted to hear him praise her, saying, "My Penelope is really great!"

The more she thought about it, the sweeter it felt in her heart. Penelope even started humming a little tune in delight.

After preparing the materials, Penelope was about to show off her skills when she heard the sound of the door opening.

After reconciling with Zackary, she gave him the spare key to her small apartment for his convenience. The person who came must have been him.

Penelope was delighted, she didn't have to call him specifically anymore. If he waited a little longer, they could directly have a loving lunch together.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Penelope turned around and walked out of the kitchen with a faint smile.

"Zack, you're back! I was cooking, how about we have lunch together later? Zack, I made your favorite..."

The words behind Penelope suddenly choked off, for she found that Zackary's eyes, which were full of affection for her last night, were now bloodshot, devoid of light.